*Shelby*
There was a car waiting for me as soon as I stepped off Michael's private jet in New York. The driver took my suitcase from my hands as I stepped onto the asphalt.
“Good day to you, miss. How was your flight?" the driver asked,
“Great, thank you. Are we going straight to Mr. Astor's office?" I asked, figuring Michael would be getting some work done before I arrived. I never asked what the emergency was that made him end our vacation early, but I had assumed it had something to do with his company.
“Mr. Astor isn't at the office today," the driver said and then opened the back door for me.
“Michael," I gasped, surprised that he was in the back seat waiting for me.
“I missed you too much to wait to see you," he said, holding out his hand to help me into the car.
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